"Body"

This body is for two days
You are of yore days
We all are energetic, of semen
But I am nothing to you
To such a bulk of shape
Being called divinely by
The sacred hearts under thy current
How can you stay blessed so murdering

I am the seeker, I am the path finder
The sprinkles have been stopped
We are not getting drenched
In the shade of grace and beauty.